This week I am quickly learning just how little sleep I need to function. OJ has decided that he doesn't want to sleep unless I am holding him. I can't sleep sitting up. Put the two together and you get one tired mama.
Sure, tears have been shed because you reach a point where you're so tired it hurts, but then you keep going. I have to keep little candies or snacks in the car to help keep me awake during my commute but other than that I am fine.